The Path Of Conquest Mga Nobela at Kwento

It is always the phrase—that the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. I am a Wycliffe. One of the ancient werewolf blood that conquered this continent during the battle against the vampires. My ancestors, the silver-furred werewolves were once worshiped by their pack and people in their most glorious days. They made pacts with the other Alphas of this land until an Empire solidified the trust of the people and my ancestors led all the Alphas under their territory. There was peace and prosperity until my father ruined everything and died like a dog in the hands of a young conqueror…

He walked closer, almost forcing me to step back from his menacing presence. “These," he declared , pointing at the marks on his chest, "are the numbers of warriors I’ve killed in just two years. We’ve been conquering Packs across the Midlands and the South. Soon, we were planning to bring Iron Claw under our hold. We’re just waiting for Derrick’s little drama to cool down.” My eyes widened. I understood then. That was how they’d grown so large. Not loyalty. Fear and conquest. I tilted my head, already tired of his voice.

Edmond pressed on, his tone grim. “The treaty was written to ensure a lasting bond between the East and the South. Unless you have offspring with the Westwood heir to inherit the leadership, it is impossible for you to hand over the South. The only way to overturn this,” he paused, letting the weight of his next words settle in, “is through conquest.” The room held its breath, every word falling like a stone in the silence. “If another Alpha were to conquer you in battle, the leadership of both the East and the South would transfer to them.”

I was curious what she thought she gained from a few pages of propaganda. “You want a test?” I asked. “Yes. Do it.” I crossed my arms. “How many packs existed before the Conquest?” “Fifty-five,” she answered quickly. “And what was the main source of corruption?” She spoke like she’d practiced every line. “Illegal dealings with rogues. Weapons, land, and power exchanges.” “Good,” I said. Pain flashed behind her eyes but she didn’t flinch. “Next.” So I pushed deeper. “How did my father die?”

Saved from possession by Thomas, he went mad, because he saw a post-apocalyptic future, he began to plot and plot against the sect. They followed between the crusades and maritime explorations that were followed by the great colonizations, the wars gave way to conflicts that spread through the countless countries between the colonies. Due to the fact that he was an old ally, a beta squire and Thomas' right hand man, he isolated himself and deepened his teachings, succumbing to an obscure power, gathered minions and everyone who had the same ideal of usurping the power of the commands of the wolves, they ambushed Cain and Abel, then kidnapped them.

- Conqueror's path + The birth of an iron legion capable of conquering cities and destroying countries. "Huh...that last one sounds very curious, it's the most interesting in the list," He thought about it a little and chose it, it would be fun to conquer some cities or something similar to that, but at the moment he tapped it an alert appeared in front of him. [WARNING!] [Conqueror's path is the more dangerous path available in Niflheim!] "It makes it even better!" He laughed and tapped it again. [WARNING!] [YOUR EXISTENCE ISN'T ACCEPTED IN THE ABYSS]

Man will take care of his chicken to be big till the day it is big enough for the slaughter. Comfort is ripe in his own eyes and it is time she rewarded him with her body. He had been nursing this idea for the past three years. Today was the day of slaughter. What a wicked world. A world that takes advantage of the vulnerable. A world that cannot give anything out of pure love. There is always an ulterior motive behind every gift. Every gift? Maybe not every but most gifts. Do not allow yourself to be blinded by gifts. Not every gift is a gift. There may be deception behind the gifts. There are deceptive gifts sent continually to blind your eyes and make you compromise. It calls for sensiti

"It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart " "1788. July 4th 1788. Captain John Mears named it after Mt Olympus in Greece." I replied. This was too much of a coincidence. I needed to explore the mountains. But at the moment a much more pressing matter was taking priority. First I needed sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a difficult day. I would be starting with the task of calling all the Alphas in the country. I knew some would come out of loyalty, some would come out of curiosity, and some would come out of fear. The ones that scared me the most were the ones that would come to try and lay claim to our pack. We didn't fight with anyone. They would want to take us down bec

The High Priest smiled, "no... it was a dragon." "What?" "Even if the witches had the power to create illusions and manipulate minds, they already had their ways to expand their magic, they could control it better than anyone. However, the race that was at the top, the one that was believed to be the strongest, felt threatened. Their pride felt threatened by simple witches... sigh... the war started, a slaughter and a hunt." Emma didn't know any of that. That was not registered in the books, nor any paintings. Even in the temple, the drawings didn't have any resemblance to a battle.

Isabella compensated for her second class status by belittling Amelia whenever possible, delighting in getting a rise out of her. Amelia tried to remain the mature one, but too often took the bait when Isabella picked at sensitive spots. So when Alexander came between them, it was the spark that lit years of repressed jealousy and rivalry into an inferno. Isabella relished the chance to steal something precious that Amelia treasured. And then to be handed the keys to the kingdom, leadership of the family empire - which should have been Amelia's birthright? It was utter victory, and Isabella twisted the knife at every opportunity.